I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

Across the ocean.

The atmosphere here is more chaotic than if a pot had exploded.

U.S. Department of Agriculture.

The minister's office door was violently kicked open by the intelligence chief.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The intelligence chief slammed a stack of high-resolution satellite photos onto the minister's desk, his face ashen as if he had just swallowed a fly.

"Is this what you call the 'Chinese food crisis'? Is this what you predicted as 'large-scale production cuts'?"

"Open your dog eyes and look!"

The Minister of Agriculture picked up the photograph with trembling hands.

His blood pressure spiked to 200 after just one glance.

The scene in the photo was not the desolate wasteland he had imagined.

Instead, it was all green.

It was a dark, eerie green that sent chills down your spine.

On the infrared spectral analysis image, the red area representing the plant's vitality is so red it looks like it's dripping blood.

"Where...where is this? The Amazon rainforest?"

The Minister of Agriculture stammered.

"This is the North China Plain of China!"

The intelligence chief roared hysterically, spitting all over the minister's face.

"Their chlorophyll levels have skyrocketed in the past two hours!"

Do you know what that means?

"This means that one of their wheat plants is fifty times more photosynthetic than ours!"

"Is that wheat?! That's a monster!"

The intelligence chief turned on the projector and displayed a photograph captured by a spy satellite as it flew low overhead.

The photo shows an elderly Chinese farmer standing in a wheat field.

What's terrifying is that the wheat grew taller than the old farmer!

The heavy ears of wheat drooped down, each grain as plump as a small hand grenade.

"Biological weapons..."

The Minister of Agriculture slumped in his chair, his eyes vacant.

"This must be some kind of banned biological weapon... gene editing... super hormones..."

"It's over."

"Those Wall Street crocodiles who speculated on grain futures are going to lose everything this time."

They originally intended to hoard grains and profiteer, planning to rip off China by inflating international grain prices.

The result is now.

China not only has no shortage of food, but may even need to dump "giant wheat" on the world.

This is hardly farming.

This is clearly planting RMB!

……

Huaxia, Base No. 001.

The atmosphere here is completely different.

In Li Guobang's hand was a red, secure telephone that led to the highest levels of government.

He stood ramrod straight, maintaining the most standard military posture even through the telephone line and even when no one was watching.

"Yes...yes, sir!"

"It's not special effects, it's not an illusion."

"It's true."

"The expert team has already measured the yield... the yield per mu... the yield per mu may exceed 30,000 jin."

Li Guobang's voice trembled as he spoke of that number.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came a few steady, powerful, yet deeply affectionate words.

"May God bless China."

The moment Li Guobang hung up the phone, this tough guy could no longer hold back.

He turned his back, his shoulders heaving violently, emitting suppressed sobs.

Chen Xi did not disturb him.

He knew that this moment of glory belonged to Li Guobang and to this country.

But his moment has only just begun.

"Ding-dong!"

A crisp WeChat notification sound broke the solemnity in the room.

Chen Xi took out his phone.

It was a private message from [Taishang Laojun].

When Chen Xi opened the document, even with his self-control, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That was a selfie.

If you can call that face a "face".

The Laozi in the photo looks nothing like the otherworldly, sage-like figure he usually is.

His Taoist hat was askew, and his hair was a mess, like a chicken coop.

With sunken eyes and huge dark circles under his eyes, he looked like a teenager who had spent three days and three nights in an internet cafe.

There were even a few crumbs of snacks stuck to his otherwise meticulously groomed white beard?

But his eyes.

Those eyes, however, shone with an alarming intensity, filled with fervor, obsession, and a kind of madness born of a losing streak.

The background is the Tushita Palace.

But he did not stand before the Eight Trigrams Furnace, which symbolized the highest level of alchemy in the Three Realms.

Instead, he sat at a... mahjong table.

Opposite the table was a phantom projection, the outline of which was none other than the same solemn-looking Yuanshi Tianzun.

[Taishang Laojun]: @Chen Xi, fellow Daoist! Help!

[Laozi]: What's the secret behind this "uniformity"?!

[Taishang Laojun]: I've been holding back for three days! To get this hand of pure suit in the 10,000-digit lottery, I've even neglected this batch of Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pills!

[Laozi]: Why can't I draw the 'ten thousand' tile even though I have a lot of 'ten thousand' tiles in my hand?!

[Taishang Laojun]: Is there some secret hidden in this mahjong that I haven't figured out? Or did that old man Yuanshi secretly change the fate?

Seeing this string of resentful messages, Chen Xi laughed even harder.

The secrets of heaven?

There's no secret to it.

That's just bad luck.

But he couldn't say that.

[Chen Xi]: Laozi, please calm down.

[Chen Xi]: This "way of the mahjong" emphasizes single-mindedness.

[Chen Xi]: You have too many distracting thoughts and are too eager to win, which has led you to a lower level of performance.

[Chen Xi]: Why don't you... try playing that "20,000" card in your hand?

heaven.

Inside the Tushita Palace.

Laozi looked at his phone, then at the "20,000" note he was holding, which was burning hot.

"Too many distracting thoughts... I must let go... I must let go..."

Laozi muttered to himself, as if he were trying to comprehend some supreme Dao.

"Snapped!"

He slammed the card down on the table.

"Fire! Twenty thousand!"

next second.

The projection of Yuanshi Tianzun, which had remained silent until now, suddenly revealed an extremely eerie and infuriating smile.

"I won."

"A single bet of 20,000."

"All of one suit, Dragon Seven Pairs"

"Senior brother, please pay."

Laozi was stunned.

He looked at the lone 20,000, then at the expression on Yuanshi Tianzun's face that said, "I'm calm, but actually I'm very happy."

"My...my Nine-Turn Golden Elixir!!!"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the thirty-three heavens.

this day.

The earth is blessed with abundant harvests of grains, and the whole world rejoices.

But in Heaven.

Because of a set of mahjong tiles, the Dao Ancestor's mentality collapsed.